Smiling, I took her hands and ran my fingers over her knuckles. “Not enough to leave these busted up.”
Elle flipped her hands around mine and studied my knuckles. “Yours aren’t busted up, either.”
“People fear me, so I rarely have to throw punches.”
“Why can’t people fear me?”
“Because you’re not the least bit scary.”
“Why would I be scary to a guy who stirs up butterflies in my stomach?”
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I studied Elle. “I don’t want you punching anyone in the face anymore.”
“Thanks for sharing your feelings with me.”
“You have to be safe for my son.”
“Wilbur will demand that his mother be a badass. I know it’s what Sutter loves most about me.”
“You named your first kid after a horror movie bad guy, but my boy gets named after a fucking pig?”
“I loved ‘Charlotte’s Web’ when I was a kid. I still watch it every Thanksgiving.”
“Wilbur is a loser name.”
“We can call him Wil.”
“I won’t call him that. I’ll just call him Little Z.”
“What names do you like?”
“I don’t know, but not Wil. It’s a weenie name.”
Elle laughed and gripped my hands on her hips. “Well, if you can come up with something better, I’m all ears.”
“I was serious about you not punching people. You need to find a different hobby.”
“The club isn’t my hobby. It’s my job.”
“I find it difficult to believe Clint pays you to punch people.”
“I run several safehouses for women and kids in need. Occasionally, that leads to me punching people in the face.”
“I don’t want my son in danger. You’ll need to quit your job and hide in your house until Megatron is outside of your body. Then, you can occasionally leave the house, but never with my kid.”
“I’ll be fat soon,” Elle said, ignoring my rules. “Will you still talk about my pussy once I’m bloated and gross?”
“You’ll be fuckable all day long.”
Elle smiled and leaned forward. “I’m going to kiss you now. I don’t remember our first kiss, so make this one count.”
I let Elle take the lead, just like I did the night we made our critter. Her lips were less confident today. The kiss was more tentative. Her hands cupped my jaw, holding me still while she took what she wanted.
I felt her waiting for me to deepen the kiss. When I didn’t, she frowned and leaned back.
“Not good?”
“You tell me.”
